After two days,
"Examine it out. Do you love it?"
I have a portrait of Li Min on display. The picture looked alive and gorgeous. It's as though a machine created the artwork.
"What about this?"
What I was referring to was a poem from the book of songs called 'Song of Unending Sorrow' (Chinese). I used a semi-cursive script to write it.
"We wished to fly in heaven, two birds with one set of wings,..."
Li Min sobbed and held me as she read line by line. It was one of a kind since she was so emotional.
Fangyi, thank you very much. Li Min guided her nasal discharge back into her nose.
........
"How are you doing these days, Dayu?"
"No problem, Fangyi."
Boazhai Dayu gave a sour grin. She was even more bashful than previously. That's because this is the first time we've been near enough to talk since I agreed to accept her sentiments.
"I know Min came to bother you. I'm sorry about it."
